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Ghosts of the Square

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Listening to every heart


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Ghosts of the Square

Konrad heard their mute voices
quite well,
tapping on his shoulder
the way they did,
a morse code of knowing
where he should be ~
and colors, vivid, ran through
his mind, as if Picasso had
taken up a room
behind his eyes.

“Go, now, to
San Cristóbal de las Casas.”


The men there would eye you
straight, no joking in
their spines,
and if the four connections
which held their square part of earth
moved,
the quakes and disasters
were more than real.

He turned off the dirt road to
head south,
aware banditos
roamed, as numerous in  
snaking jungles as greenery was
to a grocer, back in the states…

but ghosts were dancing
here, in the daylight,
and Konrad knew, if Dana were with him,
she would say
“come home to me”
knowing that home
might as well be
voices within.

~*~

He had tried, once, to explain it
to Jake,
that he had no control over the voices
that spun his mind and played
his soul,
but there are some people
who wouldn’t feel nothing
but the dirt below them, or sand
in their eyes,
who don’t know color unless it was
in the skin,
who wore bias like a hair shirt…

Sometimes, Jake could be that way.

Konrad recalled the other Jake,
the caring son,
until Jake learned, that one day, of otherwise,
and the reason behind the giving
of his father’s name
to that second son.

The only things now, that held Jake
to Konrad,

was their mother’s love.

~*~

San Cristóbal de las Casas
was just ahead,
and Konrad survived the
route on foot,
no banditos came to him,

and for a
brief moment, he heard the words
of Jake, once again…

“No one notices you,
because you walk along in a fog.”


Sometimes, his walking in fog
was as handy as any
myth he could
ever wrap around
himself.
© Copyright 2003 Karilea Rilling - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 03-02-2003 05:24 PM       View Profile for rkcraig   Email rkcraig   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for rkcraig

You have a great ability to tell a story, I don't know how you do it, I wish I could.  Absolutely amazing.  I really like the last two stanzas about the fog.
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just out of reach


2 posted 03-02-2003 05:46 PM       View Profile for Nightshade   Email Nightshade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nightshade's Home Page   View IP for Nightshade

but ghosts were dancing
here, in the daylight,
and Konrad knew, if Dana were with him,
she would say
“come home to me”
knowing that home
might as well be
voices within.

Karilea - you are simply amazing in the way you hold the reader's attention. Chris

"Hope" is the thing with feathers-
that perches in the soul....
                  
                       -Emily Dickinson

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3 posted 03-02-2003 06:22 PM       View Profile for Enchantress   Email Enchantress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Enchantress

Exactly what Nightshade said...
This grabs you, pulls you in and demands your attention.
Well done hip-sis!
~Hugs~

~ Trace my body with your words..
And in doing so, you touch my heart. ~

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4 posted 03-03-2003 07:55 AM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

nicely mystical..and still straightfoward story telling that moves us along on the Konrad's road...

I enjoyed my friend... now... next?

)laughing)
Janet Marie
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He had tried, once, to explain it
to Jake,
that he had no control over the voices
that spun his mind and played
his soul,
but there are some people
who wouldn’t feel nothing
but the dirt below them, or sand
in their eyes,
who don’t know color unless it was
in the skin,
who wore bias like a hair shirt…

=========================================


love these analogies...
and so we move ahead...yet it seems to bring us back to the past...
and where is that Dana?
SmartChick
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6 posted 03-03-2003 08:01 AM       View Profile for SmartChick   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit SmartChick's Home Page   View IP for SmartChick

Karilea, you can sure tell some interesting stories. And, I enjoy reading them all.
VAS
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7 posted 03-03-2003 10:18 AM       View Profile for VAS   Email VAS   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for VAS

great title for this weaving

Whether on the shoal or on the shore,
I'll seek the lighthouse evermore.

Duncan
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8 posted 03-03-2003 10:36 AM       View Profile for Duncan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Duncan

Nice combination and balance here Kari.  Just the right degree of cryptic...
Now, where's Dana????  
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9 posted 05-12-2004 02:00 AM       View Profile for Dark Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Dark Angel

It's a pleasure to catch up and read these magnificent stories Karilea.

Maree

The clouds never expect it when it rains, but the sea, changes colours, but the sea, does not change.
~Stevie Nicks~

 
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